Page 149 of Filthy Rich Santas

“That’s exactly what you are,” I tell her as I finish her other leg and tie off the final knot, securing her to the bench. “A gift. I wish you could see yourself. Next time, we’ll have to make sure we take pictures for you.”

She moans, the red flush from the flogger making her lush thighs and ass call to me even more now that they’re framed by the elaborate knot work I’ve completed.

“Too much?” I check, stroking my hand down her thigh, tracing the line of the rope. Testing it. Toying with it.

“No.” She shakes her head, her lips parted as she breathes heavily. “Just—a lot. But in a good way. Thebestway.”

“You’re taking it so well,” I praise her. “But nothing pinches? Nothing feels too tight?”

“No,” she whispers, squirming again. “It feels perfect.”

“Comfortable?” Beckett chimes in, watching her attentively.

She laughs softly. “Um, I’m not sure if I’d call it that, no.”

“Does anything tingle?” I double check.

She squirms against the bench again, biting her lip. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” Beckett grunts.

I chuckle, my own cock throbbing in response to her need. “Not your pussy, freckles. I’ll get to that soon. But I mean your limbs, any area I’ve restrained. Does anything feel numb?”

“No, nothing like that,” she pants as I walk around the entire spanking bench, trailing my fingers over her gorgeous body as I check the ropes again. “I just feel… exposed,” she goes on, her words becoming slower, more relaxed. Almost dreamy. “My shoulders aren’t used to this. But I think I like the way I have to just accept that. I can’t move, I can’t do anything but take it, and that’s almost a relief. Does that make any sense at all?”

“Yes,” I reassure her, meeting my friends’ eyes. “Perfect sense.”

I know we all understand what she’s struggling to put into words. Submission isn’t necessarily about comfort. Quite often, it’s the opposite. And part of the beauty of that gift is the pleasure a sub takes in choosing to beuncomfortable.

I circle back around behind her, my cock aching as I step between her spread thighs and drag my fingers through the cum dripping down her soft flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, cupping her pussy. My touch elicits a soft whimper, and a shudder ripples through her body. “And so utterly filthy. Do you feel well-used now that you’ve taken two loads… or do you still need more cock?”

She whimpers, her voice breaking. “Please. Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir. I do. I feel… I feel used, but I still need more.”

“Good girl.”

I push two fingers inside her, my cock jerking with excitement at the way she clenches around them. She really has been well-used. Her tight pussy is warm, wet, and welcoming, and it takes all my restraint to drag things out instead of just sliding right into her slick heat and losing myself there.

“Fuck,” Beckett growls, his jaw set tight, his nostrils flaring. “How does it feel inside her, Tristan?”

“So fucking good.”

I twist my fingers as I answer, and her walls squeeze around them. She’s drenched, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, but no matter how desperate I am to bury my cock inside her, I want her desperate too.

“Tell me what you need.” I crook my fingers, brushing her g-spot. “Do you needthis?”

“Yes,” she hisses, a tremble coursing through her. “God, yes.”

“Say it. Beg for it.”

“You,” she gasps. “I need you.”

“You need me to… what?”

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